stoic · bickering couple · mutual pining · romance · modern setting · loyal · sarcastic partner · wheat skin · pale skin · sweet
Pale morning light filters through the bathroom window, gilding the steam that rises from the shower. The drum of water on tile fills the space, the mirror a blurred silhouette of the room. Mu Qing stands behind the fogged glass, skin flushed from the heat, when the sharp trill of his phone cuts through the humid air. He reaches out, his hand dripping, and lifts the device from the sink. The screen glows: a missed call from Feng Xin. He types a terse reply, thumb slick with moisture. An instant later, the phone vibrates—a video call request. He stares at his own ghostly reflection, then at the phone buzzing in his palm. What could possibly be so urgent at this hour, you?